Disclaimer: I don't own Prince of Tennis.

Warning: Sexual content between men, dirty talk, Ooc, tasteless humor, and silliness.

A/N: Please review.

Ryoma smirked at Kaidoh as he returned the Boomerang Snake with his Drive B. "Mada mada dane," he said. He watched the tennis ball bounce just before the white line on Kaidoh's side of the net.

"Hisss." Kaidoh glared at him but Ryoma knew the tall dark haired teen wasn't really mad. He knew the cold exterior was just a front and that deep down inside Kaidoh was one of the most caring people. He smiled a little as his sempai grumbled something about training under his breath and took off running around the court.

"Go, go, Ryoma-Kun!" Tomoko was shouting from the sidelines as Sakuno blushed furiously beside her. He should have been happy about winning a match against Kaidoh, but he wasn't, not when Tezuka was looking at him. Tezuka was standing next to Fuji and Inui staring at him with the same stoic expression he always had. That stare pissed him off. In his mind it was a belittling stare that told him he wasn't good enough. Memories of their unofficial match came flooding back to him. It had been the night Tezuka had asked him to become Seigaku's pillar. Just what the hell had the captain meant by that? He wasn't much of a team player, so why would Tezuka ask him to be the pillar?

"Oishi, you're so mean. How could you beat me like that?" Eiji whined as he and Oishi approached the court.

"Would you have preferred me not to put all my strength into our practice match?"

"No, but you could have been a little nicer; you know I don't have much stamina. Hey, Ochibi, how did your match against Kaidoh go?" Eiji grabbed him and hung on him. Ryoma grimaced but made no attempt to escape.

"Stop slacking off. Twenty laps around the court, everyone," Tezuka ordered.

"And the slowest person will have to drink my juice." Inui threatened as Takashi and Momoshiro walked up looking sweaty from their match.

"No!" Eiji yelled as Inui held up a green pitcher.

"This batch is extra special. I spent months developing it and I call it Inui's Deluxe Deathly Tea." Ryoma felt his stomach turn remembering how the last batch had made him sick for hours.

"That means you too, Tezuka." Ryuzaki grinned showing them her wrinkles. Tezuka just nodded as they all took off into a mad dash.

"I'm glad it's just the regulars this time." Horio puffed out his chest. "But I could take it."

"Didn't you pass out the last time you drank Inui's juice?" Tomoko sneered as Ryoma passed them. Kachiro and Katsuo remained quiet.

"I Horio, have two years tennis experience." He briefly heard the boy as he sped to catch up with Momo and Fuji.

"Hello, Ryoma, hope you're looking forward to Inui's juice because you're going to lose." Momo taunted as he sped up.

"You're lucky Ryoma, what I wouldn't give for a little of Inui's juice." Fuji smiled at him eerily with his eyes closed.

"If you think it's so good then why don't you just lose?" Eiji panted as he caught up to them.

"What would be the fun in that, Eiji?" Fuji smiled again before taking off running at full speed.

"Damn that freak." Eiji cursed panting hard.

"Sorry, Eiji, but I can't drink that juice." Ryoma sped up glancing back at a fear stricken Eiji who was now in last place. "Mada mada dane."

"Ochibi, you're not nice." Once again they had all managed to come in at the same time. Inui handed them all a glass and Ryoma drank down the green slushy substance. The taste was horribly bitter, and Ryoma felt himself losing consciousness.

"Hey, Ryoma, wake up. It's getting late." He blinked his eyes a few times to reveal Momo and Sakuno.

"Are you okay, Ryoma?" Sakuno's eyes watered as she nervously twisted one her braids. She looked so cute he thought as he sat up and noticed he wasn't the last person to regain consciousness. Kaidoh was still passed out with Inui and Oishi hovering over him.

"Kaidoh." Inui said with relief when Kaidoh finally opened his eyes. Inui grabbed a wet towel and pressed it to Kaidoh's forehead.

"I'm fine." Kaidoh hissed slapping the towel away and glaring at Inui.

"It looks like everyone is alive. Alright, freshmen put the balls away and hurry home it's getting late." Coach Ryuzaki ordered before heading back into the building with Tezuka on her heals. Tezuka briefly glanced back at him coldly. Ryoma flinched and immediately went back to picking up the balls.

After he showered and changed it was already dark. Not wanting to go home he thought of Kurapin his cat. Maybe he would go to the pet store and buy him a new toy. Ryoma grabbed his bag and headed toward the store. On a deserted street he suddenly stopped noticing a familiar orange haired teen with striking green eyes looking around nervously and standing close to an alleyway. His name was Sengoku and he was from Yamabuki. He remembered hitting the teen in the face with a tennis ball, and Momo winning against him in a tennis match. He walked toward Sengoku hoping he would play him in a game of street tennis.

"Hey, Sengoku, right?" The orange haired youth jumped a mile when he saw him.

"Ryoma, what are you doing here? Boys your age shouldn't be wondering around at this time of night."

"You're not much older, so do you want to have a match against me?" Ryoma leaned up against the side of the building as if he didn't care.

"I'm not felling all that lucky right now, so why don't you get lost so I can pick up some ladies." Ryoma rolled his eyes he wasn't going to give up that easily.

"Mada mada dane." He snorted as Sengoku looked at him nervously.

"Listen, Ryoma, I know that you're just trying to provoke me, but as you can see I'm busy."

"Sengoku, is that Ryoma I hear you talking to," a voice came from the alleyway.

"No, Banji sensei." Sengoku choked as he pushed Ryoma's shoulders. "Just run if you know what is good for you." Ryoma was confused. Why was the Yamabuki coach hiding in the alleyway?

"You're always such a liar Sengoku. Why hello, Ryoma, you're looking fit as ever." Banji crept out of the alleyway smiling at him.

"Uh, thanks," he replied awkwardly. He had never really liked the old man there was just something about him that made his skin crawl. Anyone who would allow a wicked player like Jin on their team just to win couldn't be a good person.

"Want to come back? I have a nice new racket I want to show you. I think it will impress you." Banji gestured to the dark alleyway with his hands.

"I don't think Ryoma is interested in a new racket, after all he has his own. Besides I don't think he can handle its weight." Sengoku put a hand on his back steering him away from the alleyway toward the street. If there was one thing Ryoma couldn't stand it was someone saying he couldn't handle something. He glared at Sengoku brushing his hand away and marching with his head held high into the alleyway.

"What?" Ryoma gasped in pain as a tennis racket struck him hard in the leg. He looked up in surprise to see all of the Yamabuki regulars standing around with their Tennis rackets in hand. A few of them began beating him as two of them pinned him down.

"Well, I did try to save you, but you had to show me, didn't you?" Sengoku walked back with Banji. Sengoku tilted his face up and he struggled as the teen forcefully kissed him. He was kissing him! A man was kissing him! Ryoma's mind cried as he pushed at the hard body pressed to his.

"Don't get too excited, Sengoku. Remember he's not yours." Banji laughed as he pulled Sengoku away and pushed Dan towards him. Dan's headband fell over his eyes, and he tripped falling directly on Ryoma's chest.

"I can't do this." Dan cried pulling his headband up and Ryoma looked around in confusion. Just what in the hell was going on?

"You want to be a Yamabuki regular don't you, Dan?" Banji asked as Dan's lower lip trembled.

"You have to do it. We all had to; even Jin did it when he became a regular," Minami chimed in.

"Jin did it?" Dan looked around at all of them and they all nodded. Dan's eyes flashed from kind and gentle to mean. "Hold him down; if Jin could do it then so can I. I'm sorry it had to be you, Ryoma, but in someway I'm happy my first time won't be with some random stranger." Dan was on him kissing and fondling him as the others pinned him down and began ripping off his clothing. This had to be a bad dream or an after effect of Inui's juice. Sure Yamabuki was weird but there was no way they would do this.

"Help!" Ryoma cried hoping someone would hear him but when he opened his mouth to scream again, Dan shoved a piece of his own ripped clothing in his mouth. All he could do now was scream in his own mind. Someone save me! Tezuka save me! The thought had come out of nowhere and he didn't know why now he was thinking of Tezuka. Tezuka had never protected him before, but there was something comforting about his cold and strong captain. He could feel Dan's hands on him and the taunts from the other members. He closed his eyes. This wasn't how he wanted his first time to be. He flushed as he felt himself becoming aroused.

"Stop! Let him go now!" He heard a load roar as two of the Yamabuki players fell to the ground with a thud. "Don't touch him." He knew who it was as soon as he saw the glint of the glasses. It was Tezuka! Tezuka had come to save him. Tezuka gripped his tennis racket hard as he took another swing taking at Dan. He kept swinging until all of the Yamabuki members except Sengoku were knocked out.

"Looks like I'm out of luck." Sengoku winked before running.

"Get back here, you coward!" Tezuka yelled as he went to run after him, but he stopped as soon as Ryoma let out a muffled cry. He knew he looked pathetic lying naked and beaten on the ground with a cloth in his mouth. He reached up and took it out and tried to cover himself when Tezuka looked down at him.

"Are you okay, Ryoma?" Tezuka leaned down placing his jacket over him.

"No, Tezuka, you'll get cold." Ryoma could have hit himself; he felt like someone else was talking. What did he care if Tezuka got a cold when he was lying there naked on the ground.

"Don't worry about me." Tezuka picked him up cradling him in his arms like some girl.

"I can walk on my own."

"I know. I'm taking you to my house. I can't take you home in this shape." Tezuka ignored his struggling as he carried him all the way home. Ryoma flushed at Tezuka's closeness. Yes, this was definitely some kind of effect from Inui's juice.

000

"Aren't your parents home?" Ryoma asked clutching Tezuka's jacket closer to his body.

"They're on vacation. Don't worry, Ryoma, you don't have to be ashamed of what those monsters did to you. You know it made me really jealous when I saw them pawing at you. Ryoma, I don't want anyone to have you but me." Tezuka opened the door, carried him up to his room, and laid him on the bed. Ryoma flushed at Tezuka's words suddenly feeling vulnerable from the predatory look on Tezuka's features.

"Tezuka, I'm scared." Ryoma crossed his legs and pulled his jacket even closer.

"Ryoma, I will never do anything to hurt you." Tezuka crawled up onto the bed pulling the front of his jacket apart.

"What are you doing?" Ryoma stuttered as he tried to push the hands away.

"I'm going to make love to you, Ryoma. I want to be your first. If you don't do it now you'll never be able to do it. Ryoma, become my pillar." Tezuka was right if he didn't do it now he might always be afraid of the human touch.

"Be gentle." Ryoma leaned back spreading the coat apart and unlocked his legs revealing himself. He wasn't sure he could be Tezuka's pillar but he would try.

"You're beautiful, Ryoma."

"No I'm not. I'm probably nothing special compared to your other lovers."

"You're better than my other lovers. If you don't believe me then feel for yourself." Tezuka guided his hand down to the front of his pants. He gulped and looked away in embarrassment noticing Tezuka's room for the first time. It was simple but large, much bigger than his own room.

"It's so big."

"I know, but don't worry it will fit inside you, Ryoma." His eye's widened but he didn't correct Tezuka on the misunderstanding of his comment. He couldn't tell Tezuka that he was talking about his room and not his endowment. Sure Tezuka was bigger than him but nothing extravagant compared to any other male around his age. Ryoma had been in the locker rooms enough to know that. His mind went blank as Tezuka kissed him passionately and removed his own shirt and pants. Ryoma felt like a slut as he spread his legs wanting to feel Tezuka's body pressed to his.

"Are you sure you haven't done this before?" Tezuka panted grinding his hips down on his. Tezuka reached to the pillow and pulled out a small bottle.

"What's that?"

"You're so naive. It's lube, I'm going to use it on you so that it doesn't hurt. Now spread your legs."

"Tezuka, more!" He gasped throwing his head back and moaning.

"Ryoma, are you sure you want this? Because once I start there is no turning back. I don't think I could stop." Tezuka panted in his ear as he moved between his legs.

000

"Uh, I'm going to come, Tezuka! It's too much, uh." Ryoma arched his hips as he opened his eyes and released in his pants. He stared around at his team's shocked expressions. Oishi and Inui were hovering over a passed out Kaidoh looking over at him with their mouths open. Sakuno and Momo who were both hovering over him backed up considerably.

"Ochibi!" Eiji stuttered as he clung fearfully to Takashi's arm sleeve. Takashi had a stunned look on his face and made no move to remove Eiji. The worst was Tezuka who looked pissed with a slight flush to his face.

"Don't worry Ryoma, we all have wet dreams." Fuji smiled creepily at him. "My brother Yuuta…"

"That is quite enough, Fuji." Coach Ryuzaki cut him off. "It's getting late. Freshmen pick up the balls and Ryoma, go clean off. Tezuka, follow me, and I'll see you all at practice tomorrow.

"Yes, Sensei." Everyone answered not looking at him. Ryoma was thankful it was just a dream, but a part of him didn't think the humiliation was worth it. Kaidoh finally woke up, but no one made much of a move to help him.

"Hisss." Kaidoh stood up and stalked away from the group.

"It appears my juice had an interesting affect on Ryoma." Inui slid his glasses up his nose and scribbled madly in his notebook. Ryoma flushed hoping none of their enemies ever got a hold of it or his life would be ruined.

"Come on Ryoma, let's get you cleaned up, and then Eiji can take us out to eat." Momo offered him his hand obviously forcing a smile on his lips.

"Hey, who said I was paying," Eiji whined. "I always have to pay."

"Thank you, Momo," Ryoma whispered glad to see that Momo was helping him out on getting things back to normal.

"Eiji sempai, you don't want to take us out." Ryoma blinked up at him cutely knowing Eiji wouldn't be able to resist.

"Oh, fine, Ochibi, but only because you asked." All the way back to the dreaded locker room Ryoma couldn't help but feel like there was someone watching him from the school windows.